Poem: Candle, Candle
Candles loss of love doth gloat,
And sing forever in that beautiful note,
Where birds do fly and clouds do roll,
May evil come and take their stroll.
Can think of anything too great,
Can’t speak of any time to wait,
Will not be turned to abject sick,
Will say I did my upmost pick.
Even song and dance and rhyme do moan,
While rhythm, beat and time do drone,
God’s gentle choice is softly brought,
To murder, end, and think of nought.
Flickering flame of feeling flight,
Where west will waver when we want,
Gold garments galvanise great Gods,
Have hefty halls hung height homely
Turn down lanterns of silver lake,
To bake and wake a life-long fake,
Or while our hearts beat out their drum
Will Suns go on and make me numb.
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IMAGE: Make A Wish by Darwin Bell
1 Comment – Postiwch sylw
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Rhoddwyd sylw 68 mis yn ôl - 28th September 2010 - 11:57am
Great to see your name on here again welshtyke! Loved the poem- great use of language!